My brother met the lady who is in the photo. It was actually her birthday and she felt completely invisible and unnoticed. We had some of the coats left that we had picked up after the Chicago marathon, and my brother gave her a really nice one, along with lunch and some money. She broke down in tears so grateful. I met a man living on the streets who had a strong accent. Who I asked him where he was from, he told me he had no idea. He was brought over to the US, and then ended up in foster care then on the streets. He started crying realizing he had no idea who he was or where he belonged. I brought him comfort by sharing with him the love of the Father and that he is wanted by a loving God.
Our back packs started out so heavy, full of such kits and coats, and by the end of a long day, they were completely empty. We touched so many beautiful lives, and they touched ours. When you see those in need, even if you don’t have anything to give, give a little of yourself, and you will give them a lot. Ask their name or give them a word of encouragement and you just might keep them from giving up.